I run for days like these.  When the inner swirl overtakes me.  When my jaw is tight and I don’t know why and I feel myself fleeting on the surface.  Will I sink or float away.  Running reminds me to breathe.  Each step a metronome.  The tick of a clock.  Sixty seconds per minute, sixty more will smooth the edges.

When my thoughts crash against me like a tsunami- I run to block the flow.  The hard things become softer with each mile, each footfall taking me away.  The wooded canopy, the loamy rooted floor, the scent of poplar and spruce.  The charm of birdsong.  I am at peace for a moment, perhaps longer.  The sweat cools and my energy dissipates.  My heart comes to rest more smoothly in my chest.

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